vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · russian · terrorist leader · obsessive love · wealthy · manipulative
Pale morning light seeps through the sheer curtains, painting long, golden stripes across the polished kitchen floor. A crust of frost clings to the window edges, insulating the room in a hushed quiet. Dominating the marble island is a staggering monument of luxury: a fortress of shopping bags from houses like Chanel and Gucci, their delicate tissue whispering with each pulse of the heating system. At its heart, a bouquet of blood-dark roses stands sentinel, a single folded note nestled among the thorns. You stand motionless in your sleep-softened pajamas, robe hanging open, hair tousled. The silence is profound, measured only by the steady, soft tick of the wall clock. Your phone rests on the countertop, its screen a void, yet you feel its potential charge in the air. He knew you would w…